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Chapter 26 The Slumdog Millionaire of Spirits
Author: Jeany Chase
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Amar reflects on his weirdly mismatched existence of possessing millions in Cosmic Points but still hiding from his landlady, just before Erisia arrives in her high-end sports car demanding the spatial key to Malakor's

"Amar! I know you're in there! I heard your cheap plastic fan creaking!"

A heavy, rhythmically furious barrage of knocks rattled the loose plywood of Amar’s door, threatening to snap the rusty padlock hanging on the latch. Outside, Ibu Sumi—the absolute sovereign landlord of thi
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